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When it comes to consciousness, your brain is like a television—it receives the signal, and plays it, but it’s just a medium, not the true source.

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With its horrible yellow eyes piercing me, the thing at the kitchen window moved a long and gnarled claw to its jagged fangs.

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[SEP22] Observatories around the world confirmed it, but none could explain why.

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Flummoxed by the lack of a pulse, I bent down to listen through my stethoscope.

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“She’s upstairs.” My dad whispered.

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The campground was silent as I moved from tent to tent looking for survivors.

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The dirt smells damp and mineral rich as I crawl inside the coffin.

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I held my breath as shadow drifted across the doorframe.

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I inherited everything from grandfather, including his second home in the country.

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“Be a dear and fetch old gran her morning tea, would you, sweetie?”

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
When it comes to consciousness, your brain is like a television—it receives the signal, and plays it, but it’s just a medium, not the true source.	20	TwoSentenceHorror
With its horrible yellow eyes piercing me, the thing at the kitchen window moved a long and gnarled claw to its jagged fangs.	20	TwoSentenceHorror
[SEP22] Observatories around the world confirmed it, but none could explain why.	19	TwoSentenceHorror
Flummoxed by the lack of a pulse, I bent down to listen through my stethoscope.	18	TwoSentenceHorror
“She’s upstairs.” My dad whispered.	18	TwoSentenceHorror
The campground was silent as I moved from tent to tent looking for survivors.	18	TwoSentenceHorror
The dirt smells damp and mineral rich as I crawl inside the coffin.	18	TwoSentenceHorror
I held my breath as shadow drifted across the doorframe.	17	TwoSentenceHorror
I inherited everything from grandfather, including his second home in the country.	17	TwoSentenceHorror
“Be a dear and fetch old gran her morning tea, would you, sweetie?”	17	TwoSentenceHorror